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three weeks since I've been damn clean
Don't look at me, I am a fiend, babe
Losing track of time
I don't even eat
Nah I barely even sleep, babe
I said

the signs, blue bills only by design
I’m on a different type of time, can’t you tell
Bet them coins drop when I break you wit the shell
Yeah Countdown six five

How can a close mind be so open mouth-ed
How can they do nothin' then criticize it
(Ass-holes)

What did he say
About the she say
On a tele
About

I’m on a prision with no bail
And I’m not a guy who ever chase a tail
But now and then I got week
So she got me on a spell
I guess I would never know

in three week
Guess she was just a crush but who was crushed it wasn’t me

Thinking bout how it use to be
Now high schools just a memory
Can’t

shows in two weeks that was progress
Bare people didn't show but that's no stress
Gotta do it for yourself like a home desk
She said you'd probably be

and chill for the week
Beat Carolina like 35-3

Yuh

Heart of a Lion, boy why is you trying?
Gimme the ball n I’m running right by ‘em
Hop on a Jet like

Dawg you know it's so hard
All the pressure too far
In a Ford Explorer
Going 80 like it's
She know I ain't had no momma
So the dick is good
That come

Niggas unbalanced, gotta pray for the weak
Blue dollars probably got us eating steak for a week

Birthday in the Bay, smoking cake on the beach
Let him

first
Ain't no debate, Han Solo with the blaster shit
Like Steve Kerr from three, I'm that accurate
Me, my girl, and moola make for triple trouble
We make

richer
Rewind those 3 lines it could benefit ya
Wealth don't speak at all
Niggas warming up the bench talking like they ball, learned not to get involved
I


After three months in the grave
And then you wondered where it went to as I reached for you
But all I felt was shame
And you held my lifeless frame
And I

it’s love
You never called it what it was
til we were dead and gone and buried
Check the pulse and come back
Swearing it’s the same, after 3 months in

(Foreva rich, that shit hard)
(Where the money counter?)
(Where the money counter?)
(Yea, two three)
(Uh)
Back in elementary, that's where I found my

Lord Abortion

Cradle of Filth

Midian

2000

retirement to prove she had not lost her touch
I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously
But when has one been able to best separate the three?
I

girl being filth and she sending me nudes 
Run with a crew, I just run with the truth
I would rather be dead with the best I could do
When I am blue, I'm

talkin too me
Niggas can't be talkin too me
I leave his ass R.I.P
SRT skirt on yo block make it screech
You can't get saved by no bell you ain't Screech
We

Reappear like who need me
Then it's back to pad they too sleepy
Don't sleep on me
Do what I want what I please
I don't be on c's or b's
And I'm not the type

that 2 2 ain't hot shit, that shit feelin kinda mild
Lil ass gun boy that shit a toy like a clown
Move thru a zip in 2 days I be movin by the pound

errands for me
Ridin dirty the dank by the tank 
I've been to jail 
Ain't going again 
High in three ways 
Smokin loud, off a red bull, and I'm an angel

the beach 
Full sleep so thankful 
No i dont eat meat 
But ill handle this beef 
Like a five star chef 
Cooking steaks for three 
Marble table playing dice

Through it all regardless, she's always been by my side
Same level of criminal, Houston's Bonnie n' clyde
You always stay with me through the tough times

Rolling up
Getting high
Smoking weed
Help me get by

Three A.M can't sleep
Now I'm up
Should I roll me
A joint
Should I roll me
Blunt
Lemon haze

Spinning the bottle
Let's get some tonight

Sit down by the fire
In the glow of the tree
You guys see the time now
It's a quarter past 3

Didn't have